09-12-2014, 03:23 AM
The past two weeks I have watched as Bob's house was gone through and changed from a home of 50+ years into a thrift store.
The only thing I am thankful for is that I wasn't the one to clean out the garage.... Trust me, after 20+ years of Bob's hording going unchecked that was a minor nightmare.
Anyway, I'm watching antiques and family heirlooms get slapped with sales tags... I've been watching precious memories just being put on blunt display and soon--- starting in the wee hours of Friday morning I will watch as stuff walks away.... The new owners with no clue of the life attached to that stuff...
Bob was my landlord for 16 years... In the end I was not just his caretaker - for the property, but also his caregiver as his health went south. Through the years I got told many interesting tales, many of which I cannot recall the details.
Technically my 'care giving' started last year, but the reality is I snuck around the house, peaking in windows when he started having falls. Going inside to check up on him whilst he overslept... minor things...
Two weeks after Bob passed, whilst watering pots, winding the clocks and running water in the bathrooms and kitchen to keep the pipes clear, I just couldn't stand having that chair sitting in the corner in the TV room... so I moved it because it was just easier to walk into the house without That Chair sitting empty.
Funny, I was still expecting Bob to be there... I was still hesitant to just walk in, wanting to use the door knocker first...
Well I don't have to worry about That Chair... last week it was unceremoniously hauled off to the dump because Tuntun II chewed the arm off when he was a puppy, oh 18 years ago... Who was Tuntun....? Does it matter anymore?
If I was a crying sort I would have started shedding tears when I watched it drive off on the back of the truck heaped with other garbage. I just swallowed hard a dozen times to clear the blockage in my throat.
I'm not sure what is worse, a fully furnished house that got stuck in time when a person died, or watching a person's life just get shuffled around priced and turned into a store.
Don't expect me to be here for a few days... I need to sort stuff inside (me) and stuff.
The only thing I am thankful for is that I wasn't the one to clean out the garage.... Trust me, after 20+ years of Bob's hording going unchecked that was a minor nightmare.
Anyway, I'm watching antiques and family heirlooms get slapped with sales tags... I've been watching precious memories just being put on blunt display and soon--- starting in the wee hours of Friday morning I will watch as stuff walks away.... The new owners with no clue of the life attached to that stuff...
Bob was my landlord for 16 years... In the end I was not just his caretaker - for the property, but also his caregiver as his health went south. Through the years I got told many interesting tales, many of which I cannot recall the details.
Technically my 'care giving' started last year, but the reality is I snuck around the house, peaking in windows when he started having falls. Going inside to check up on him whilst he overslept... minor things...
Two weeks after Bob passed, whilst watering pots, winding the clocks and running water in the bathrooms and kitchen to keep the pipes clear, I just couldn't stand having that chair sitting in the corner in the TV room... so I moved it because it was just easier to walk into the house without That Chair sitting empty.
Funny, I was still expecting Bob to be there... I was still hesitant to just walk in, wanting to use the door knocker first...
Well I don't have to worry about That Chair... last week it was unceremoniously hauled off to the dump because Tuntun II chewed the arm off when he was a puppy, oh 18 years ago... Who was Tuntun....? Does it matter anymore?
If I was a crying sort I would have started shedding tears when I watched it drive off on the back of the truck heaped with other garbage. I just swallowed hard a dozen times to clear the blockage in my throat.
I'm not sure what is worse, a fully furnished house that got stuck in time when a person died, or watching a person's life just get shuffled around priced and turned into a store.
Don't expect me to be here for a few days... I need to sort stuff inside (me) and stuff.